Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom

We are floating in delusion

We suffocate in fruit juice

We'll dance until the moon hides

And cry until the sun dies

Days on repeat

An infinite state of confusion

What do the stars see

Its an infinite loop and its useless

Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom

We're floating in delusion

We suffocate in fruit juice

We'll dance until the moon hides

And cry until the sun dies

Watch the wind blow with a kaleidoscope

The ground, it crumbles below us

Spiderwebs as strands of hair, it will disguise us

Steal the stars and become dust, they will despise us